Chapter 239

Drink, drink! Does she have eyes?

George Sheng wanted to lose his temper, but he was worried about the consequences. He didn't want to go back to the stage of cold war. He was the only one who gave people a look, but Song Xi was the one who forced his relatives to disown him, and even he dared to shake his face.

It's not easy for her to cook medicine. It's not her fault to suffer.

Silence for a few seconds, Georges Sheng is the first to persuade himself, but Rao is so, he will not easily to Song Xi show a pleasant expression.

Taut face, he did not answer, asked: "if this drug does not work, how do you say?"

Song Xi eyes honest and confident way back: "you just listen to me, I guarantee the effect."

George Sheng still said, "no?"

Song Xi said: "no effect, the same medicine, how much you drink, how much I drink."

She was bold enough to talk wild, but Georgeson didn't answer for a moment.

Song Xi looked at him, but suddenly said, "what if it works?"

Georgeson's eyelids lifted.

Song Xi said: "I don't think it's effective. If it's effective, what do you say?"

How can Georges Sheng forget that she is not a soft persimmon. She dares to point a knife at Jiang Jiayi in the old house and beat people in front of Tong Hao. Now, she dares to fight with him.

Looking at each other, Song Xi's eyes were full of confidence, and there was still a bit of provocation;

George Sheng is always cold. Few people dare to look him in the eye, and the fallacy is to look him in the eye.

But Song Xi was trained by him, and she could bear the little pressure.

A moment later, I saw Georges Sheng's thin lips opened, his voice was not big or small, not salty, and vaguely joked back: "the medicine was brought back by you. You should be glad that it has curative effect. When it's cured, I'll send someone to the hospital to send you the banner."

He used to tease her, but Song Xi immediately picked out her beautiful eyes and said, "it's a deal. Do you dare to write your name on the banner?"

George Sheng looks at Song Xi straightforwardly, and feels that she is a bit rampant tonight.

"Write my name, do you dare to accept it?"

"Song Xi said:" if you dare to send, of course I dare to accept

George Sheng's eyes are deep and his tone is meaningful. He said, "OK, it's a deal. You can decide the duration of a course of treatment."

Song Xi said: "you are a stubborn disease for nearly ten years. Traditional Chinese medicine focuses on recuperation, and it is not a western medicine that can see curative effect in a short time. In this way, I will catch 30 pairs first, one pair every day, and a course of treatment for 30 days. During this period, I will adjust the treatment plan at any time according to your situation. You only need to ensure a little, and truthfully feed back your true feelings."

Seeing her distrust, Georgeson flashed disdain at the bottom of his eyes and said in a voice, "no one wants to sleep more than myself."

Song Xi almost expression, even almost tone back: "maybe this person is me."

Then she added, "Mr. Joe, if you want to hire me as a personal doctor, please talk to me during the day. It's 1:30 in the morning and I'm going to have a rest."

George Sheng has no expression: "it's you who want to stand here and say it."

Song Xi choked and almost rolled his eyes at him.

Originally, she turned to go, but suddenly thought of something, turned back and went to the window.

Georges Sheng watched her close the window, then came to the tea table in front of him, twisted the cover of the aromatherapy stove, and lit the aromatherapy with a lighter.

Everything is done, Song Xi looked at him and said: "don't smoke before going to bed. If you really want to smoke, don't smoke in the room. Good night. I wish you a good sleep."

Finish saying, this time she really left, also by the way to the door to take.

George Sheng sat on the sofa, watching the light smoke from the aromatherapy stove. Soon a quiet fragrance floated into his nose, which was the familiar smell of yesterday.

Song Xi described him as a straight steel man. This is true. George's fragrance is only sweet to Guan's grandfather. He doesn't spray perfume on weekdays. Even the toiletries are tried to taste very mild.

He didn't like the fragrance on the masters. He was tired of it.

But at this moment, the room is full of medicine and incense, and he is in it, as if he is about to become an immortal in the next second.

There was no sweet or bitter taste in his mouth. Before long, George Sheng got up and went into the bathroom, brushing his teeth one minute more than usual.

When he came out again, he instinctively bent down to get the cigarette on the table. The cigarette was already on his lips, and he was about to start the fire. Suddenly he thought of Song Xi's words, and Georges Sheng hesitated a little.

Forget it, he doesn't smoke. If he can't sleep later, she will look good tomorrow!

Putting down his cigarette, Georgeson lay on the bed, turned off the light and waited to sleep.

In the dead of night, when he closed his eyes, his mind soon overflowed with pictures that were not suitable for children. All the places and postures seemed to be in a trance. Her gibberish rang in his ears.

With a slight frown, Georges Sheng opens his eyes. He has excellent night vision. He can clearly see the furnishings of the whole room without buffering. He thinks that it can sober him up, but when he opens his eyes and sees the sofa, he thinks of the picture of someone kneeling in front of the sofa, holding the gap tightly with his hands

George Sheng was very restless and almost wanted to turn over. He went upstairs to ask her what incense she had ordered, what medicine she had taken, and whether she had done something to him secretly?

But all the anger and struggle turned into submission to the primitive instinct of the body.

As Song Xi said, excessive kidney fire is caused by excessive savings of some things. As long as you vent, the only difference is that yesterday he was consumed in his dream, today he is consumed in his conscious state.

There have been no women around him for several years. It's not that he has problems, but that he simply doesn't like it. When he does this kind of thing with people he doesn't like, on the one hand, he can't arouse his interest. On the other hand, he doesn't want others to take advantage of it. It's better to solve it by himself.

Chang jingle gave him the nickname of a monk, but Georges Sheng didn't like it. He thought Chang jingle was a woman's public servant. Where there was a need, there was him, and he was not afraid of being tired.

Now for two days in a row, in the same picture, George Sheng is standing in the bathroom with no light on, breathing heavily.

After taking a bath, he came out and lay on the bed again this time. I don't know if he was tired. He felt sleepy in a trance. When he opened his eyes again, it was daybreak. Georgeson didn't dream, but he did fall asleep.

When he got up and looked at the thermos cup and the incense burner on the tea table, he suddenly had an evil idea that Song Xi would not add anything to the medicine, which made him have to spend it every night. When he was tired, he would naturally feel sleepy.

If so, it can only be said that the most poisonous wasp tail needle!

But this idea immediately disappeared, she also drank the Chinese medicine, not to pit him, even bring yourself?